Manic harmony
Cloying quiet
Stinging beauty
Muted riot.
Warring bodies
Withered world
Weathered lifetimes
Curses hurled.
We are, we are, we are
We scar, we scar, we scar
As the sun rolls on
And melts away
So far
Oh so far.
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
Cloying quiet
Stinging beauty
Muted riot.
Warring bodies
Withered world
Weathered lifetimes
Curses hurled.
We are, we are, we are
We scar, we scar, we scar
As the sun rolls on
And melts away
So far
Oh so far.
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
posted by Inkblot at Wednesday, March 29, 2006
1 Comments:
fuck my old boots, this is friggin' brilliant!
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